New York Has An Electronic Heart.

The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.

One Handles Truths Like Dynamite. Literature Is One Vast Hypocrisy, A Giant Deception, Treachery. All Writers Have Concealed More Than They Revealed.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Freedom In The World; The Freedom Of The Rich And Powerful, And The Freedom Of The Artist And The Monk Who Renounces Possessions.

He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source.